Can you imagine yourself...

Upon the golden waves of grain
paddling forth, in bold array
on the shores of ever more
decorating new games to play

the tides, they come
and flow
and some
become the dew in fingertips
while jeweled messengers give tips,

"Upon the shores of ever more,
be quick, and fair, and true!
Dash into here and yonder now
step into the Colors of Blue."

Before You now in pools of One
the ponderosa speak
as emerald towers of these trees
rise upward from the peaks.

The Pool of Oneness beckons Us.
She's indigo and blue.
The Colors are within you first
YOU are the jeweled hues.

YOU are the Colors, here and NOW.
YOU are the Shapes of Things to Come.
Giggling, now, you look about
at the weavings you have done.

With Merriment, you gather 'bout
while all the folk are here.
We're whistling, playing, spinning too.
Sing songs that We can hear!

For what You Speak, You Shall Receive
and What You Weave, You Wear.
Set sail then, smiling silvered Ones…
let fins and feathers flair!

Let forms be tall enough to touch
the Stars at farthest glint
and toes begin to dapple on the
Ocean-bottom tints.

WE are the Merry Weavers.
WE are the True. The Fair.
I AM most privileged You are here.
I bow to You, most fair.

You think t'was I that wove these words
that gathered all Us here?
But Lo, I am just catching stars
that turn to letters here

upon my keyboard, as I sit,
as you do here in Time.
I see Your grand imaginings
as Angels fair and fine.

WE are the thoughts that manifest
into the world right NOW.
WE are the ones that wove this dream,
though WE forgot somehow.

You've come to Paint the Colors,
as have I, and She and Him.
And All Us gathered round again…
Us Weavers of the Dream.

WE are the boats that sail
upon the waters in the night
while paths are set with clear intent
headed straight for Paradise.

Some call us Elven Ships of One.
Some say We are the Group.
Some know there is just One, then Two
and Three and Four make hoops.

For many colors come to call
to weave a rainbows arch.
None grander than an other's hue.
None too soft or starched.

Upon the waters of the Sea
the Golden Waves of Grain
lay mirrored shadows of the lands
We've come to weave again.

WE are the many grasses
standing tall, alike and strong
swaying in unison, One Voice
when fair winds come along.

WE are the molecules of air
swishing with delight
as WE tickle dry stemmed grass hairs
upon the winds' soft flight.

WE are the snowflakes dancing
upon the frosted morn,
making children dance with us
and frantic shovelers scorn.

WE are the mossy river banks
where Lovers comes to play
and feel the magic of the Earth
to weave upon their day.

WE are the ants that trod and march
within the Earth's fair grains
and gather 'bout a large supply
of food for when it rains.

WE are the hummingbirds so quick
and playful in their flight.
WE are the golden eagles and
the owls that prey at night.

WE are the next door neighbor
and the woman down the street.
WE are the sons and daughters
and the stranger you will meet.

Every molecule is ONE
and every Ion free.
And ALL is part of one great game.
One form of Harmony.

ONE speck can make a moment
full of misery or glee.
ONE thought can change a life time.
ONE thought can set You free.

And so, until We sow again.
Weave magic on the dew!
Heck, weave what you want, its ONE world now.
May Love indeed find You.

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Myriah offers private readings with spirit and one-on-one meditative journeys to assist you in developing your own tools for self-realization. Private sessions help you to connect with your Higher Self and empower your healer within. She also offers readings with spirit for those seeking after-death communication and healing through the veils. For information, contact IAMMYRIAH@aol.com.

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